Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.